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Chapter 1 I have become a ghost?(1/2)

A huge sapphire hangs from the sky.

Crystal and beautiful.

Oh, that's the earth.

Tu Man withdrew his gaze and continued to rush forward.

He was wearing a heavy space suit and walking hard on the desolate and desolate moon.

In fact, due to the difference in gravity of the earth and the moon, he did not feel that his equipment was heavy.

But the ugly appearance of this antique space suit is too clumsy, which seriously affects the friction between Tuman and his devilish pace...

Maybe just a light leap, I can just span ten meters away like a master of light skills in martial arts novels, use the ladders, turn and move, and fly around the eaves and walls?

Think about it, I'd better give up.

At this time, the Houston Space Center was broadcasting Tu Man's every move globally. If you accidentally fall, it would be embarrassing to the solar system...

Does Tu Man want to be face-saving?

So, Tu Man was still patient and walked carefully.

Very slow, very stiff, like a Lego robot, without any aesthetics.

The Space Administration said that this lunar landing mission is of great importance and is the key to whether the Apollo plan can be restarted.

But Tu Man only has two words about this:

Oh……

I'm just a teenage mouse who beats me before the fight!

Otherwise, no matter how corrupt the US military has fallen, it would be impossible for him to send him a Lieutenant General who has beaten the Navy, went to military court, and sentenced to ten years in prison to carry out such an important task!

The Apollo plan has been shelved for more than 40 years, and there are huge faults in instruments, equipment, technical reserves, and theoretical support!

To make up for the fault and restart the plan, massive resources are needed!

This requires convincing the President, Congress, and the House of Representatives to pay for the Houston Space Center.

This hastily landing mission is to convince itself—

If Tuman can successfully complete a series of mission actions in the planned way, the president may agree to restart the Apollo plan, the space center may obtain funds, the Apollo N may take off, and the Stars and Stripes may fill the entire moon surface...

However, these great meanings have a hammer relationship with me!

Objectively speaking, this is just a transaction.

Ten years in prison, or landing on the moon.

Which one do you choose?

From this multiple-choice question, we can see that the Houston Space Center's confidence in this lunar mission is so low...

When the former Soviet Union had no confidence, at least it sent a monkey up there.

The Americans are cruel enough to get to the living!

There is no way, who has not let the angrily lieutenant general be discharged from the hospital?

It is said that at least five more facial reconstruction surgeries are required so that he can go out to see people without scaring his little friend to cry...

Lieutenant General has actually regretted it:

Why didn't that damn Tu Man launch to Pluto?

Tu Man was very open-minded.

Rather than spending a good night with all evil scum in prison, he would rather die on the moon.

Not only can I keep my integrity, but I can also chant a sentence before I die:

The bright moon rises on the sea, and the ends of the world share this time!

That's the sty...

However, the president did not expect that, Houston Space Center did not expect that, even Tu Man himself did not expect—

The task has been successfully executed so far!

The technology and equipment from forty years ago really sent Tu Man to the moon, and also supported him to walk 500 meters safely on the moon surface!

It seems that we can still live?

Tu Man's heart ignited another small flame of hope!

As long as you walk through the more than 200 meters in front of you safely, you can replace the star and striped flags that Neil Alden Armstrong had inserted on the moon 50 years ago with the new one in your hand.

Then, go home smoothly!

The mission is completed, the freedom is regained, and a generous bonus is said to be one million...

Thinking about it, I was a little excited!

At that time, I really have to buy a wreath to visit the poor Lieutenant General in the hospital-

He is really too generous!

However, just as Tu Man stepped out of the moon with confidence, his most handsome and heroic pace and unrecognizable relatives, his vision suddenly shook violently!

Tu Man blinked, and he was sure that he had not stepped on the stone.

The moon surface is flat, the moon dust is thick and soft.

He didn't have his legs weak either.

Tu Man's legs are thick and powerful, and he can step on the f-35c and continuously backflips and fallen leaves, so how can he get weak legs?

So, such a big noise comes from the moon.

Is it a moon shock or a meteorite impact?

Tu Man had an ominous premonition, afraid that he would really have to explain the more than 200 pounds here?

He shouted at the communicator:

"Call Houston, call Houston! I felt the shaking of the moon, suspected that a shaking of the moon, and asked to return immediately!"

After waiting anxiously for a full ten seconds, the electromagnetic wave finally brought back from the earth to the cold command center of Houston:

"The data shows that everything is normal. Tu Man, please keep your attention and continue to complete the task!"

According to the current distance between the earth and the moon, the communication delay should not exceed three seconds. These guys actually took a full seven seconds to make such a decision without chrysanthemums!

Tu Man shook his head.

He originally wanted to "pop".

I saw the mask, let it go!

What to do if you stick to it?

Do you use licking...

Giving up this terrifying idea, Tu Man immediately began to curse without any scruples:

Let me concentrate?

Let your mother have a series of thunderous circles!

Some sons mean that I have hallucinations?

I'm an ace pilot!

Ace, do you know?

The butt limits the melon skin of the head...

Anyway, you have 380,000 kilometers and you have such sharp teeth that you can bite me!

Tu Man stood there without moving, and ordered him like a cloud.

Stupid humans!

You know nothing about your own perception!

As the most slutty ace carrier-based pilot on the USS Gerald R. Ford, a symbol of the strongest combat power of the USS Gerald R. Ford, Tu Man has almost blind trust in his strong body.

I didn’t take small blue pills or suck “out of the solar system”. How could I have such a serious hallucination at such a critical moment?

So, something must have happened!

Moon shaking, meteorite, or volcano?

What Tu Man is most worried about is:

If something really happens, can the shabby old antique return capsule take off normally?

Execution of tasks is impossible!

You have to go back, at least slightly closer to the return capsule. Now this distance is too insecure!

I just turned around and was about to walk back.
To be continued...
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